Page 89 of Made Better Together

“Do you want something to drink?” I’m done for the night since I need to drive.

“No, let’s just dance.” She puts her purse on a high table near us and pulls me by hand to an empty space nearby.

With little light around us, Eden’s yellow sundress is a beacon, and I can’t help myself—as soon as she starts moving, I put my hands on her hips. She starts inching toward me, rocking to the rhythm of the music.

Her line at Cheetos about not thinking of me as a boy? I’ve got no problem living up to that while we’re here. I squeeze her hips tighter, pulling her into my body.

She makes no objection, instead embracing our closeness. “Do you like dancing?” she asks. Her face is now only a few inches from my chest, tilted up to peer at mine.

She’s so gorgeous, and the earnest anticipation in her eyes makes my chest clench. I don’t know how I ever thought I could deny this connection we have.

“I’m not bad on my feet. But show me what you want.”

Her eyes glaze over with appreciation, and she throws her arms over my shoulders. “Keep your hands on me.”

Suddenly her body is lined up perfectly against mine, and her proximity, the brush of her skirt over the front of my pants, has my dick stirring. “Nothing else I’d rather do,” I whisper.

I let her lead from there, as the DJ switches to a Harry Styles club remix. She doesn’t break the embrace even though it’s got a poppier beat, and I’m sure as hell not going to.

“American girlllssss,” she sings along with the chorus. Despite my hold, she’s still rocking her hips.

When the song finishes, she leans her head against my chest. I give in to instinct, kissing the top of her head. “You’re fucking adorable.”

“Not sexy?” Her head flips back up as she looks at me, her cheeks pink.

“Always sexy.” I lean down to give her a firm kiss on the lips to affirm my reply.

“I like this Connor,” she whispers as I pull my head back. “No more failure to communicate. No more confusing Connor.”

I know she might not be so transparent if we weren’t feeling the effects of our earlier drinks, but I want to reassure her nonetheless. “No more, I promise.”

“Good.”

The DJ switches to an EDM banger, and we lose ourselves to the beats. Her movements become bolder, her lower torso rubbing against my dick unabashedly, side to side.

It only takes a few moments of that for me to get hard. Fuck. There’s no way she doesn’t feel it, but she’s grinning, still dancing, not showing any signs of slowing down.

I think of everything I can to keep my dick under control. Contract termination clauses. Smelly knee pads. Tax spreadsheets.

Somehow I survive the song, and while Eden stops moving once it ends, she doesn’t separate us.

“I like this,” she whispers in my ear. “No one’s paying attention to us, and we can do anything.”

“Anything?” I can’t help teasing her.

Which earns me a blush. “Well…within reason.”

“You…definitely have my attention.”

“I noticed,” she says, amused.

I fake a groan. “Thanks for laughing at me.”

“I’ll keep close, so no one else sees.”

“Keeping you close is what created the issue.”

She laughs again. “I feel like causing more problems.”